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Because today is all about Grimes.


The meaning behind it:

If “Oblivion” says anything about our collective psyche at the midway point of a decade already defined by seismic, globe-altering revolutions, it’s that the personal will always be political. The song recounts a specific sexual assault (“One of the most shattering experiences of my life,” Grimes, who was born in Vancouver as Claire Boucher, told SPIN in 2012) by describing the psychic fallout: “And never walk about after dark/ It’s my point of view/ Because someone could break your neck/ Coming up behind you always coming and you’d never have a clue,” she lisps in her high, pinched voice. It’s a dazzling, paralyzing performance, in part because Boucher sounds almost playful, and in part because the skronking behind her—the song’s springy, propulsive synth line was one of 2012’s most unforgettable—indicates something other than victimization. “See you on a dark night,” Boucher repeats.

The song’s video, directed by Emily Kai Bock, features a tiny, pink-haired Grimes lip-syncing “Oblivion” at a McGill football game (and later at a motorcross rally), wearing skeleton gloves and clutching a plastic boom box. There aren’t many women hanging in the stands besides Boucher; one, darting up behind her, swats at the hood of Boucher’s sweatshirt, a vaguely combative gesture that somehow seems more goofy than aggressive. On the field, a squad of taut-bellied cheerleaders, their hair pulled back with candy-colored bows, soar forth and land. Grimes, mouthing the lyrics to “Oblivion,” dances the way people dance when no one is looking: a desexualized, mostly arrhythmic twitching that does not seem to be for the benefit of anyone else at all.

The particular kind of masculinity that gets amplified by organized sporting events—the same feral, drooling aggression Bill Buford made infamous in Among the Thugs, his harrowing account of hooliganism among English soccer fans—would be an easy target for a feminist with a video camera, but Grimes is received warmly by the crowd. In that sense, it is a triumph—of perseverance, if not humanity—and it feels consistent with her mission. The subversion of expectation is a part of Grimes’s founding aesthetic, and she frequently marries more defiant genres like noise and punk with propulsive pop production, outfitting her dissent in studio glimmer. The melody can be so sweet as to feel bubblegum, and when Boucher sings a bit like “I will wait forever”–a line that always jumps out–“Oblivion” starts to seem like a very different kind of lament.

But what “Oblivion” ultimately offers is victory. It’s the sound of one woman turning personal devastation into not just a career-making single, but a lasting anthem of transformation. —Amanda Petrusich
 
Every morning when I wake up, money on my mind
Good times to get caked up, sunshine coming through my blinds
I’m living but, really though, it's never enough
10 million, that's a must, living in California
Everybody wanna visit for (women, weed and weather)
They come for (women, weed and weather)


 

As I have mentioned before, I have mixed feelings about Danny Brown, but I appreciate what he did with Old. It's a solid album.

Now, story time. I saw him and Action Bronson live in Toronto last October. Dude literally brought like 20 female fans back stage when he wrapped up the show. Just pointed and was like "you, you, you." Apparently he does this every time. Total sleazebag.*

I'm just mad because he didn't point at me. :(
 
Well since I'm here on a Friday night recounting my past shows, let me tell you about one of the best.

Toronto, Ont. Sept. 2010. Massey Hall. The xx. Unreal, intimate performance that seemed to transcend time and space.

Now, enjoy the song.

 
Ok, now for the best show I've been to this year.

Basia Bulat. For the Americans, I don't know if she's made it big down there yet. But what a fucking voice. She makes the heart bleed and yearn for things it can't have. Absolutely mesmerizing.

A true Canadian treasure.

 
Now, for the best show I saw last year. The National. This was actually kind of ruined because my ex and I had a huge fight afterward. But whatever. I've only seen them live once and I waited for what felt like a lifetime to do it. It was very worth it.

 
But for my indie side, here's one of my favorite indie bands Reverie Sound Revue. Interestingly enough they're from Canada, so I guess I have one more thing to thank my neighbor to the North.

 
^Dat Cancon.

Alright, while we're appreciating Canadian music, let us appreciate one of our current greats. The Arcade Fire. I've been to three shows. My first was the most memorable. Me, my sister, her boyfriend at the time and a couple of friends drove up to Montreal on a road trip during the summer of 2004. I was 17. We were a bunch of kids hitting the open road to hear our favourite band in Canada's Mecca of music.

They ended up playing a couple of songs from their upcoming sophomore album, Funeral. It was a really emotionally charged show. Win Butler's grandmother had died earlier that year and you could tell they were moving their material toward the kind of introspective, understanding-your-mortality lyrical exploration that makes Funeral so great.

Here's my favourite song off Funeral. :3

 
Now it is time to talk about one of the most unique voices in music. Fiona Apple. I saw her in concert two years ago at Sound Academy (fuck that venue though). She never said a word to the crowd during her hour-long set, playing mostly music from The Idler Wheel, which is an entirely acoustic album. Not that we cared that she didn't address us, we got to hear more of that amazing voice and its unguarded honesty.

Also, a great thing happened at this show. As some of you know, Fiona has gone from letting her make up artists doll her up a decade ago to not giving a shit about what she looks like (which is awesome, by the way, fuck you if you think otherwise). Before the concert started, some chick near us was like "she could of at least brushed her hair." Shit attempt at trying to be witty. Anyway, in front of her was a blind fan, who turned around and nonchalantly replied "I'm really glad she spent time working on her music and not fucking caring what you think."

Now, enjoy the minimalism.

 
Re: Fiona Apple - I wish I could like your post more than once! I have fond memories of my angsty 13 year old self banging away on my piano in an effort to replicate her music.

Re: Matthew McConaughey avatar - Early in my career, I worked with a charming young geologist with a quirky sense of humour (kind of like yours) that had a stuffed monkey displayed in his office from a hunt in South Africa. He made sure that the taxidermist preserved the balls of his murdered ape. This fellow bore a striking resemblance to Matthew McConaughey, so now whenever I see this actor, I think of monkey balls.

Monkey balls.
 
Rumble Kittie said:
Re: Fiona Apple - I wish I could like your post more than once! I have fond memories of my angsty 13 year old self banging away on my piano in an effort to replicate her music.

^This is awesome.

OK, I meant to post this when it came out a few days ago. Their new album drops in October.

HOT TRACK YA'LL. (They're a little lyrically weak here, but THAT BEAT.)

(Where is Frooz, I can't keep this shit up forever.)

[audio]https://soundcloud.com/massappealrecs/rtj-blockbuster-night-part-1[/audio]
 
It's almost the three-year anniversary since Lana Del Rey released her first single.

We all remember the first time we heard Video Games. That melody, that sultry voice ... is she the real deal, we asked? Then we listened to the lyrics and connected immediately, in awe as they articulated perfectly the inertia of young love in the age of Twitter and Instagram. Holy shit she is for real we whispered breathlessly. And that video. Fuck, it was like someone slapped our Ray Ban RX glasses off our bearded hipster faces.

And then the rest of the album dropped and we all found out she was a one-hit wonder and a fucking fraud with a rich dad.

But let's remember that autumn day, three years ago, when our listlessness was soothed by a pair of collagen-injected lips.

Open up a beer
And you say, "Get over here
And play a video game."


 
WAYBACK PLAYBACK.

It's time to talk about Illmatic, the 1994 debut album by now washed-up rapper, Nas. A seminal album in hip hop and one that single-handedly revived the East Coast rap scene. I didn't come to appreciate Illmatic until a few years after its release, since I was too young to really get into hip hop back then.

Now, here's a shameless lift from Wikipedia that explains why Illmatic matters.

Illmatic has been noted by music writers for Nas' unique style of delivery and lyrical substance. His lyrics contain layered rhythms, multi-syllabic compounded rhymes, internal half rhymes, assonance, and ear-bending enjambment. Music critic Marc Lamont Hill of PopMatters elaborates on Nas' lyricism and delivery throughout the album, stating "Nas' complex rhyme patterns, clever word play, and impressive vocab took the art [of rapping] to previously unprecedented heights. Building on the pioneering work of Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, and Rakim, tracks like 'Halftime' and the laid back 'One Time 4 Your Mind' demonstrated a [high] level of technical precision and rhetorical dexterity."

 
No, you know what, fuck it. Don't read that Wikipedia description in my previous post. It's just verbose masturbation.

Illmatic fucking matters because it managed to perfectly describe to us what life in black, inner-city America was like in the early 90's (in this case, Queensbridge, N.Y). It's a world most of us have never seen and would otherwise never get an authentic picture of.

Listen to NY State of Mind above. Nas spits so seamlessly the song punches in at 800 words in just under five minutes. Compare that to any rock or pop song today which is usually floating around 100-200 words. From the throwaway description of stashing E&J under the stairwell to the incredible stanza of a standoff with a rival crew at the 0:50 to 1:30 mark, this is a dizzying dossier of drug culture, abject poverty and inescapable violence.

This is an album as important as any movie on the National Film Registry. It records an important time and place in American culture. And it does so with an incredible witness at the helm.

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